RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Just stop these stupid protests - it's getting silly
When the Monty Python team couldn’t think of a proper ending to one of their more fantastic sketches, they came up with a brilliant device for calling a halt.
The late, great Graham Chapman would march on set, dressed as a British Army Colonel, complete with swagger stick, and announce: ‘Stop this, it’s getting silly.’
We’ve now reached that stage with the tedious Black Lives Matter demonstrations.
When the Monty Python team couldn’t think of a proper ending to one of their more fantastic sketches, they came up with a brilliant device for calling a halt
For the fourth weekend running, we’ve had to put up with gobby, showboating protesters cluttering up the streets of our towns and cities.
Utter a syllable of dissent and you are damned as a RAY-CIST!
Television and radio falsely, yet deliberately, portray modern Britain as a remake of Mississippi Burning, in full Technicolor and Cinemascope. Rolling news channels give unlimited airtime to malcontents seeking their 15 minutes of fame.
Across the TV schedules, Sky competes with the BBC to be the official broadcast partner of BLM, even launching a Black Lives Matter movie season.
Football pundits are forced to wear more badges than your average Pearly King. On MUTV (sorry, Sky Sports Main Event) Raging Roy Keane showcases Black Lives Matter, Our Amazing NHS and some kind of gingerbread man, whatever that’s in aid of.
Why don’t they just get their mums to sew them on their sleeves, like those badges the Cubs used to hand out? It reminds me of the stickers we collected as kids when a staycation was the only holiday on offer. No duffel bag was complete without an ‘I’ve been to Corfe Castle’ emblem.
Seriously, would Keane et al be encouraged to wear badges reading ‘Abolish The Police’ or ‘Smash Capitalism’, which are the underlying aims of the Fascist Leftists behind BLM UK, as Guy Adams exposed superbly in this newspaper on Saturday?
What do you think?
On the pitch, after the referee has blown the whistle to indicate the start of the game, players and officials kneel down obediently and some give Black Power salutes. What would the ref do if one of them decided to get to his feet, collect the ball, dribble past the weeping statues and boot it into the back of the net?
On MUTV (sorry, Sky Sports Main Event) Raging Roy Keane showcases Black Lives Matter, Our Amazing NHS and some kind of gingerbread man, whatever that’s in aid of
We were always told to play to the whistle. How could they disallow the goal? Ungentlemanly conduct? Hate crime?
Over ’ere, son. Off with yer ’ead!
Man City’s Raheem Sterling certainly wouldn’t get away with expressing his political opinions in the enlightened Arab emirate of Abu Dhabi, which owns his club and pays him £350,000 a week — some of which he spent getting a tasteful tattoo of an M16 assault rifle on his leg, as a memorial to his father who was shot dead in a gang feud.
Abu Dhabi is an open sewer of racial and sexual discrimination, and other assorted human rights abuses.
Then again, there is no more amoral industry on Earth than the English Premier League, which is why it leaps on every woke bandwagon to mitigate its rapacious cry-bully reality.
It’s a pity spectators are banned right now because of Covid-19.
I could have made a fortune knocking out a few of this column’s patented multi-purpose Portashrines, left over from the Pray4Muamba bonanza.
Elsewhere, police officers abandon any semblance of impartiality as they ‘take the knee’ to abase themselves before the mob. Some forces, such as Hertfordshire, insist their coppers comply.
They justify this ostentatious nonsense on the grounds that supplication helps prevent the demos turning violent.
On that ridiculous basis, the Old Bill might just as well order officers to join drunken skinheads ‘protecting’ Churchill’s statue in the Nazi salute.
Still, what else can we expect from the gormless Herts Plod, who refused to say that a man wanted for a serious sexual assault was wearing a frock at the time?
Mustn’t upset the militant ‘trans’ lobby, perish the thought. Another one I don’t know whether to file under Mind How You Go or You Couldn’t Make It Up.
But I digress. This Black Lives Matters business is a blot on the landscape. It’s completely out of hand.
While I’ve always accepted the sincerity of those who were as horrified as the rest of us at the police killing of George Floyd in the U.S., attempting to exploit it to pretend that Britain is a racist hell-hole is disgusting.
Yes, we still have work to do here. But, as former equalities commission chairman Trevor Phillips states categorically, this is the best country in Europe in which to be black.
For his trouble, Trevor (full disclosure, he’s an old friend and colleague) has been excoriated by some of his former comrades on the Left.
Here’s how absurd all this is. Trevor Phillips, a man of Guyanese heritage, who has spent his whole life fighting racism with every fibre of his being, is now slandered as an Uncle Tom by preening white middle-class political onanists.
Phillips is considered to be the ‘wrong kind’ of BAME individual, along with Home Secretary Priti Flamingo and others who refuse to abase themselves before the self-appointed social justice gestapo.
Trevor Phillips, a man of Guyanese heritage, who has spent his whole life fighting racism with every fibre of his being, is now slandered as an Uncle Tom by preening white middle-class political onanists
Shame on those who meekly surrender, rather than risk the wrath of the Left-wing Twitter mob and the raggle-taggle gang of masked street fighters.
Shame on those who meekly surrender, rather than risk the wrath of the Left-wing Twitter mob
I’m thinking in particular of craven businesses and advertisers who run scared of threatened ‘boycotts’ by embittered, unrepresentative keyboard warriors.
And especially those pathetic, cowardly company directors — at brewers Greene King and Lloyd’s of London insurers, for example — who weep crocodile tears of contrition over alleged historic ‘crimes’ for which they weren’t responsible, and promise ‘reparations’ to salve their corporate consciences.
Black Lives Matter may have managed to get 150,000 people out on to the streets, but there are another 65 million of us sitting at home utterly bewildered at the way in which the political, broadcast, commercial, institutional and criminal justice establishment has simply caved in to these revolutionary vandals.
Those behind BLM may be hell-bent on toppling statues of long-dead white men, but their real aim is tearing down the present and controlling the future.
And they’re getting away with it.
Who will speak for us, the largely silent, undemonstrative, law-abiding majority? Who will defend the traditional values we hold dear?
Certainly not the spineless political class, or the ghastly, cringing broadcasters — and definitely not Scotland Yard or any of the other brainwashed Common Purpose careerists running what used to be a police force envied the world over, now an international laughing stock.
Here’s a plan. With Our Amazing NHS currently running at just 40 per cent capacity because of Covid, why don’t they all elect to have one of their legs amputated as a gesture of solidarity with BLM? Then they can spend the rest of their lives on one knee, to demonstrate their woke piety.
Until that happens, maybe we can take a lead from the farmers who hosed down a field in Derbyshire with manure to stop an illegal rave. Locals dubbed it Poo Corner. How about enlisting them to do the same in Trafalgar Square, to discourage demonstrators?
If the usual suspects still insist on showing off every weekend, we could call it The Slurry With The Lunatic Fringe On Top.
The Black Lives Matters sketch has run its course. Joke’s over. Cue Colonel Chapman.
Stop this, it’s getting silly.
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